One Year

by Grant

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March

David ran into the woods. Ran has hard as he could. Tears filled his eyes till everything was blurry, but he knew this place. This place he came for solitude. A place that was his alone. Secret. That concealed him. And he fled into the shadowy depths of the woods heading toward it, splashing through the stream and stumbling over a falling limb, crashing onto the leaf covered ground. He rolled back onto his feet and staggered down a steep slope and back up the other side. And he ran once again, till he came to his place. His sanctuary. A place away from his family, away from the people of the community and that church his mother dragged him to every Sunday. A place away from Jessica and the others. A place away from Tommy.

It was an old treehouse, built up in an oak on the bank of the Steele Creek by the Wilson boys. The youngest of the four boys was ten years older than David and he was eighteen so the treehouse had been abandoned for a long time. David had had to replace a few of the boards nailed to the tree trunk as a ladder to gain access to it. It was high in the tree, so high he still felt dizzy when he climbed up the last few feet. But inside the small structure with one side open looking out over the creek and the woods surrounding it, it was another world. Isolated from everything but bird song and the gentle breezes of summer and hoot of an owl at night.

Wiping tears from his eyes, David climbed, not looking down as he did so. Inside, he fell on his side and curled up in the fetal position and began to cry again. He cried till he couldn’t, then just laid still, staring out. His mind was a swirl of emotions, scenes of earlier coming back to him, fragmented, the worst moments playing over and over. He tired himself with it till his eyes slowly closed and sleep finally overtook him.


**

 

Tommy stormed into his apartment and threw his keys across the small living room hitting the curtain. He heard the jiggle of the metal keys as they fell to the floor and he stood there breathing hard. He was so angry. Angry with Jessica. Angry with the others who had stood around egging him on. Angry with David for taking off, refusing to listen to his excuse. And it was an excuse he knew, so he was mostly angry with himself.

He looked around the apartment, the small living area, the even smaller dining area and the kitchen that ran across the back wall. The place was a mess, made worse by last night. Some of his buddies came over to play video games and they had ordered pizza, went out for beer not once, but twice and sometime around three in the morning he had finally got them to leave. He was going to clean today. He felt like things were out of whack. Turned upside down. Had been for a while. But he was working through it, finding his way. Then this afternoon it all went to shit.

There was the accusation. The questioning of his relationship with David. What was going on between them. Jessica made it an issue. He knew she was jealous. She had been trying to get David to ask her out since the eleventh grade. He had felt cornered. They wanted him to admit something he was unprepared to do. And he couldn’t do it. Not now. Not in this place.

So, he lied.



He didn’t know it, but David had arrived and was standing behind him when he had replied they were only friends. Just friends, and that was it. It had been humiliating, the way he had lied so easily. He was going to leave. Just turn around, get back into his pickup and come home. When he turned around there stood David, eyes watering and a look of being rejected that made him sick to this stomach. He didn’t have the courage to look David in the eye. Instead, he looked away, back at the others, then at Jessica. The bitch. She got what she wanted. David hurt by his lie.

He pulled his clothes off, tossing them on the floor as he moved through his bedroom and into the bath. He had the shower so hot it was nearly scalding. The room steamed up quickly. The heat of it seemed to open him up, let him finally catch his breath, and breathe. Forehead against the wall he pounded it with one fist. Then he cried as he eased down in the tub and sat with his arms wrapped around his knees. He felt defeated. Ashamed at what he had done and how it had hurt David. He didn’t know how, but tomorrow morning he would go to the Hill residence and make things right.

 

 

The cell phone rang, startling him. He’d been laying in the dark trying to make sense of what had happened. He fumbled for the phone. It was David’s mother, Mrs. Hill, and he was suddenly fearful of why she was calling this late.

“Mrs. Hill, what’s up?”

“Tommy, I’m so sorry to call at this hour, but…well, David has always told us when he was going to stay at your place for the night and…his car is here.”

“What do you mean? David is not at home?”

“No. We haven’t seen him since this morning when he left to meet you and the others…and when we got home this afternoon, around six, his car was here, but he wasn’t. We assumed he might have gone down into the woods. He loved to go down there; could stay for hours. But he hadn’t done that for months, and…”

“Maybe he…” and Tommy faltered, knowing David would not be with anyone else. He would have been with him or at home. He looked at the time. Eleven forty, far too late to still be down in those woods.

“I’ll get dressed and come over. I think I know where he will be if he is still in those woods.”

“Oh, thank you Tommy. I know I shouldn’t be worried. David is eighteen and could be out on his own. But he has always been so secretive, and I worry…”

“I’m sure he is fine. I’ll be there as quick as I can.”

Tommy hit ‘end’ and laid the phone down, jumping up to get dressed. As he pulled his jeans on, he reflected on David’s confession, one he made a couple of times in the past, usually after they had had sex and were lounging in bed, David curled up next to him, head on his chest. There was an old treehouse the Wilson boys had built, then abandoned and David had found it four or five years ago. Ever since it was his private place to go think or to just get away from his parents and everyone else. Pulling a t-shirt over his head Mrs. Hill’s comment about David being secretive came back to him. She knew more than she let on. She had walked in on them once, out in the barn, so she had to know the truth. Whether, or not Mr. Hill knew he wasn’t sure. It seemed as if he didn’t know, that Mrs. Hill had kept it to herself. Yes, David and he were secretive, but this secret was one shared by three people, not two.

He quickly grabbed up his keys from the floor and raced out. Down the wood steps and across the parking lot to his truck, he quickly got underway. He drove out of town cautiously then sped up when he finally got out into the countryside. Both hands on the wheel racing down the narrow two-lane roads he tried to remember everything David had said about the treehouse. How it sat in an old oak tree near the bank of Steele Creek. He had been in the woods behind David’s house, but never down to the treehouse. It seemed to embarrass David to admit going to it, something only a little kid would want to do. It couldn’t be too far away, for the creek ran just below the Hill’s property on land owned by the papermill. Since growing pines along creeks was too difficult, that section of the property was left untouched. The pines on the upper sections were nearing the time for harvest, so they were tall spindly things.

The Hill residence was lit up with every exterior light burning, including those on the exterior of the barns. Mr. Hill was walking toward the house as he drove around and parked behind David’s car. Mrs. Hill came out of the screen porch and he saw immediately how upset she had made herself.

“No word from David?” he asked as he closed his door.

“None.”

“Well, I’m going to go down into the woods and look for him. I don’t know exactly where but somewhere on the creek is a place he liked to go.”

“I’ll come with you” Mr. Hill said as he checked his flashlight.

“No…I think I know why he’s upset, and it’ll be easier to talk to him if it is just the two of us.”

“I agree” Mrs. Hill replied immediately and for a moment Tommy saw the look. “Jason, I need you to wait with me…okay?”

Mr. Hill nodded his head.

“Alright. I’m heading down and I’ll call when I find him and if he should show up give me a call.”

Tommy drove down to the back of the field up along the edge of the woods. From there it was less than a quarter of mile, but it was woodland with no trail. And with the new moon, it was pitch black  within them. Flashlight throwing a beam of light in front of  him, he set off into the woods.

 

**

 

David rolled onto his back and realized he was laying on a hard-wooden surface. It came to him: the treehouse. He sat up and rubbed at his eyes and looked out into the darkness. He could barely make out the line between the floor the treehouse and the opening toward the creek. The sky was filled with stars which gave just enough light to see variation in shadow.

He had to piss in the worst way and eased up on his feet and stepped to the edge of the floor. He let a steady stream flow out over the side and down to the ground below. As relief came to him, he thought of why he was in the treehouse to begin with. It hurt, but not as it had earlier. He knew Tommy struggled with being gay, had from the beginning. Always conscious of what others thought, afraid he would disappoint them in some way if they knew, especially his family.

Finished, he zipped up and eased back to the far wall, only a couple of steps away and eased down till he was sitting against it. He knew he should go back but with no flashlight it would be nearly impossible to find his way without tripping and falling. He hoped his mother believed him to be at Tommy’s house, but his car in the driveway would be a problem. Pulling his knees up he wrapped his arms around them and laid his head down on top. He closed his eyes knowing he could fall asleep again if he would just relax, let the day’s events go, and welcome the unconsciousness of it.

A twig snapped, the sound so much louder in the dark, and David opened his eyes looking down the hatch along the trunk of the tree, then out through the tree tops. He eased forward, not making a sound and peered over the edge. At first, he wasn’t sure what he was seeing, then it dawned on him it was a beam of light moving through the trees. It would move side to side then bounce around with the walking motion of the person holding the flashlight.

“DAVID!  Where are you?” Tommy’s voice called out, a tone of fear in it.

David hesitated to reply. He wasn’t sure he wanted to face Tommy. He heard Tommy stumble, a curse then the light beam moving through the trees around him. Tommy knew to look for the treehouse and it was only a matter of time when he spotted it.

“Up here.”

 

 

Tommy eased up through the hatch and into the small space. David just sat against the wall and watched him take a seat opposite of him. To his left was the open side facing the creek. The light of the flashlight reflected off the walls making the room glow brightly compared to its previous pitch blackness.

“Why are you up here? You should be home. Your parents are…”

“Tommy. You know why.”

Tommy sat silent for a moment then replied, “I know.”

“Mom isn’t too freaked out, is she?”

“Actually, she is pretty upset. In fact, I should call and let them know I found you.”

“Tell them I feel asleep and when I woke it was dark, so I planned to wait till morning.”

David watched Tommy make the call, his mother answering on the first ring. He listened as Tommy explained where he had found him, and they would be back soon. Ending the call, Tommy slipped the phone into his pocket and killed the flashlight. The darkness was sudden but as their eyes adjusted the sky seemed to fill with stars where they could see through the tree canopy over the creek.

“Wow, I’ve never seen so many stars.”

“There’s no light pollution” David replied.

“What?”

“No light pollution. No security lights or porch lights to make seeing the stars difficult.”

“Oh.”

“David…about earlier, I’m…” Tommy finally broached the subject that stood between them.

“Tommy, stop. It’s okay. I understand. You are not comfortable revealing to everyone you’re gay. You’re afraid of rejection; by your family and your friends. I get it. Really I do.”

“So, we’re good?”

David hesitated, unsure now was the time, but Tommy was waiting and to wait longer seemed wrong.

“No. We’re not. You have to live the life that you think is right. But I can’t do what you want. I just can’t. This constant secrecy. This denying me, going so far as to flirt with one girl or another to keep up appearances. It’s not right, Tommy. Not for me. Not for them. And not for you.”

“But David…”

“Tommy, I’m not asking you to change. I can’t do that. But we need find our own way in life, even if it means separately.”

“But…”

“Tommy…Please.”

Tommy couldn’t reply, couldn’t bring himself to beg, for he knew it would only make things worse. He saw the resolve in David’s eyes. There was only one thing left to do. He nodded his ascent.

 



 

David and Tommy pulled into the rear yard where David’s parents were waiting. David climbed out of the truck and headed toward his parents as Tommy watched. When he embraced his mother, the truck reversed across the rear yard then eased down the drive. David looked over his mother’s shoulder watching Tommy drive away. He lost his breath for a moment as the taillights grew smaller and smaller then arched around a curve out of sight.

“Let’s go in” his mother said as she pulled away and took his hand, leading him toward the house.

 

June

 David carried the monitor to his computer up the stairs and into his apartment. He had to move around boxes and furniture that sat haphazardly around the living area. He carried the monitor to his bedroom where he had his bed set up against one wall, and his desk on another. He placed the monitor in its center then went out the glass door that led to the balcony from his bedroom. Through the sliding doors he could see his belongings stacked up ready for unpacking. On the balcony was a small bistro table and two chairs and a large palm his parents had bought at the home improvement store they passed coming in. His parents had helped him move to this city, even though they had tried to talk him out of it on numerous occasions. Now they were headed back home, and he was alone in his own place.

It was exciting and scary. He was excited by the prospects of living his own life but scared of it too. Could he be honest about it, truly honest?  And would he meet the kind of people he would enjoying socializing with, and would he meet guys that would feel this need for companionship.

Looking across the pool below he saw several guys lounging around and a few in the pool. He studied their bodies, the look of each one. There was one guy in the pool that from a distance reminded him of Tommy. The same lean build and the same hair color, but when he heard the guy call out to one of the others and laugh, the voice was all wrong. Very different from Tommy’s, lacking a drawl.

David thought of Tommy, and how they had only crossed paths twice since that night three months ago. Once at the general store in the neighborhood, and again just last weekend, over in town at the diner on Main Street. I hear you’re moving he had said as soon as he approached their table. David remembered the defeated look of him and tried not to let it change the way he felt. You’re moving Tommy had stated, obviously word had gotten around the community. David realized there wasn’t much to say on the matter and acknowledged he was moving away. Tommy had put on a brave face, telling him good luck then backed away.

Sliding the door open, David stepped inside the living area and began to search for boxes that belong to the bathroom, knowing he’d need them first. He sat aside one box and was searching for the others when he heard a knock at his door.

Opening the door, he expected a sales person or someone out for donations to some cause, instead there was a guy about his age, dressed in a casual shirt and cargo shorts with a trendy haircut.

“Yes?” he asked.

“Hey, I’m Paul. I live upstairs and saw you moving in and thought I would just say hello.”

“Oh thanks, you want to come in?”

“Oh no, I can see you’re in the middle of unpacking, but if you need anything, something you can’t find yet, come on up and ask. I’m in 314.”

“Thanks.”

“Well, I’ll be going. See you around?”

“Yeah” David responded, about to close the door as Paul headed up the stair. Sticking his head out he called out, “Paul, one question?”

“Yes?” Paul replied stopping on the stair.

“Where can I get a decent sandwich around here. You know, a good deli?”

“Oh, that would be Garden St. Deli. It’s about a half mile up the road, take a right on Garden St. and it’s…2…no 3 blocks on the left.”

“Thanks. I’m not set up to cook yet and just want something quick.”

“I think you’ll like it. As for dinner this evening, some guys and I are going to this Vietnamese place in Carter Hills. You want to go come on up around seven.”

“Okay. Carter Hills? Where is that?”

“It’s a neighborhood about five miles to the east of here. One of the last to see gentrification hit.”

“I may see you at seven.”

  

 

It was a small restaurant within a building from the nineteen-sixties with angled storefront across the front. The interior was split at the entry doors with an aisle aligned with the double doors through the dining area with a small section to the left of booths down the wall and the half wall and on the other larger side, booths with tables in the open floor. One table was a large round table that had seating for eight where the guys found themselves, taking all but one chair. David sat next to Paul and his boyfriend Jason on one side and on his other side sat Julio, Adam, Wil and Rick.

During conservations and while they ate David found himself studying the other guys, looking not only their physical appearances but the way they carried themselves. He noted the things in discussion that seemed to be of interest to one or another. The politics of the time, events going on in the city, latest efforts by LGBT groups, and the usual banter about dating and going out. David couldn’t contribute and reluctantly admitted to his past with Tommy and the closeted nature of it. It was a relief to know the others had some of the same experiences in the past and he found himself relaxing. The anxieties he had been feeling seem to erode away.

Julio made some comment about his job  and David found himself looking at him once again. Julio was a few inches shorter than he, stocky build with dark hair and skin tone. His dialect hinted at his Spanish roots and David found his voice enticing, so different from the southern accents of home. Wil responded to something Julio said and David turned his focus on him. Will was lean, taller than him with coffee colored skin and hair cut close to the scalp. He wore trendy black frame glasses and had hoop earrings in each ear. Dressed up nicer than the rest of them, he stood out. David also noticed how Wil seemed infatuated with Julio and wondered if they would eventually hook up, if they hadn’t already.

Rick laughed at something Wil said and David looked over at him. Rick was average in height, maybe a little shorter than he with thick wavy red hair. The others referred to him as ginger. He was gregarious, louder than the others, making more jokes and keeping the conversation going. David wondered what it would be like to have someone so open in his life. Someone not afraid to speak out.  At the moment, he couldn’t imagine what that would be like.

Between Julio and Wil sat Adam who was the quietest of the guys. David couldn’t help but realize they were so similar in appearance.  About the same height, same build and even the same hair color. The only difference he noticed was Adam had blue eyes to his green. Although Adam didn’t talk as much, David had been able to decipher several things about him. He worked for graphic arts firm doing design work on the computer. Originally from Richmond, he moved here after college and lived in a small loft apartment in a renovated mill in the Oak Hill neighborhood. Of the four guys available, he was the one that captured his eye the most. Why? He didn’t know.

Once finished eating, one more drink consumed, and the checks paid they wandered out into the parking lot. The night was warm, the skies clear, and David was still amazed at the sounds of the city, especially at night. Rick was walking backward in front of Paul and Jason talking about some movie they had to go see and to David’s right, he saw Wil fall in next to Julio talking quietly amongst themselves. It made David smile the normalness of it, the casual way the guys went about interacting, something he would have never considered back home. Adam strolled up next to him and it pleased him more than he would ever admit.

“David, it was really nice to meet you.”

“It was great meeting you and the others.”

“Maybe…well hopefully I’ll see you around?” The question had a pleading tone to it. Some question within it left unsaid. David knew Adam was trying to say more. He also knew it was up to him. He felt the butterflies in his stomach. It seemed silly on one hand, but on the other, pleasurable to have such a normal attraction and feel this anxiety of whether, or not it was mutual.

“I hope to be finished unpacking by tomorrow, or Friday at the latest, so I have the weekend to explore and relax before starting my job on Monday. Would you like to do something? Maybe dinner on Friday night?”

Adam smiled and David would swear he was blushing. “Yes, that would be nice. You want me to come over to your place?”

“That works. Say around seven?”

“Seven; your place.”

 

 

Dinner had been more enjoyable than David could imagine. With it just the two of them, Adam opened up, talked more about himself, at times blushing at some confession. For David, it was endearing. Adam and he were similar in some ways, but in others, he seemed to possess an innocence David knew he no longer felt. A way of looking at things with expectation, a yearning to know or to understand. Curious of the world around him. It made David feel alive again. After dinner they strolled through the changing business district of the neighborhood. Shops for unique fashions, consignment shops, galleries, restaurants and bars, the most prolific being the micro-brewers. David lost count of their number.

Back at his apartment they sat on the balcony, cocktail in hand, watching the nightlife of the city passing by. He didn’t want the night to end and tried to think of ways to keep Adam from leaving. Drinks finished Adam stood up and David worried the night was going to come to an end.

“Can I use your bathroom?” Adam asked.

“Yeah, sure.”

David sat waiting, fearful Adam would come out and say he had to leave. The glass door slid open and Adam came out, standing near.

“Maybe I should go” said Adam, his tone questioning.

“No…I mean not yet. It’s only…”

“One AM” Adam interjected causing them to laugh.

“But tomorrow’s Saturday. Come, sit with me” said David holding out his hand. He became embolden, determined to get Adam to stay longer. Adam took his hand and instead of leading Adam to the other chair he pulled him close getting him  to sit on his lap.

“Don’t leave” whispered David, suddenly feeling in control.

Adam’s face was in shadow, but he swore he saw him smile. He reached up and raked his fingers along the smooth skin of Adam’s jaw till he held him by the chin. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Adam’s, gently, lingering for a long time keeping the contact. When Adam pulled back, he was smiling.

“You want to go inside?” David asked, his cock growing erect from the weight of Adam sitting on it.

Adam just continued to smile as he stood and held out his hand. David let him lead them to his bedroom where they stood by the bed and kissed again. Then they removed the other’s clothes as they kissed and touched the other.

David held Adam by the waist as they kissed. He debated reaching down between them and manipulating Adam’s cock or sliding his hand around to David’s back, then down between the cheeks till he could rub and probe David’s opening. He wanted to do both. When a hand on his waist moved to his stomach, then down taking his cock, stroking it till fully erect, he slipped his right hand around Adam’s waist, trailed his fingers down till they were between the ass cheeks. He pushed along the crevice till he felt the wrinkled flesh of the opening. He rubbed his finger over it, pushed against its tightness till Adam moaned into his mouth. Pushing through the tightness, Adam pulled his head back and moaned louder.

“Fuck…fuck me David…fuck me” Adam uttered as he pushed his ass back on the finger sinking into his hole.

David walked Adam to the bed, gently eased him down on his back. He dropped down on his knees, took Adam’s erection in hand and slipped his lips over the flared head. Adam gasped as he sucked on it, tongued the slit then let inch after inch slip through his lips. He moved down, then up, slowly at first, lips tight to the shaft. Adam grew harder, his cock thicker, flexing with his arousal inside David’s mouth.

David increased his pace, moved faster up and down as he tugged on the tightening sac. Adam moaned and David felt the shuddering body beneath him. David tugged on the sac till Adam cried out, then he let it go feeling it draw up tight. He traced his fingers downward till they rubbed over Adam’s opening and he bore two fingers into it, twisting and turning them as he pumped them through the tightness. Adam spread his legs further apart, opening himself up to David. David slipped the third finger through the tight opening and felt the quivering of Adam’s body and the low aroused moan.

“OH…oh, oh…David…fuck me. Please. Fuck me” Adam uttered as he lay spread out on the bed, pushing his ass down on the three fingers.

Slipping his fingers free, David eased up, lifting one leg bracing it against his chest. The other leg lay on the bed and this spread Adam open. David pushed his erection against Adam, pressed against its tightness till he felt the head squeeze through. He pushed inward as Adam moaned and cried out. Leaning forward with Adam’s leg against his chest, he folded him over, twisted at the hips. Then he drove into Adam’s depths, all the way, till his abdomen pressed against the upturned ass. Adam cried out and David felt the shuddering body beneath him as he pulled outward, then pushed in again.

David moved with a steady rhythm, driving his cock into Adam over and over. He felt Adam’s wet cock press against his stomach as he pushed inward, at times grinding his hips against Adam’s ass. He struggled to keep his pace slow, fighting the urge to speed up, to increase his own stimulation. He wanted this to last as long, as possible. He liked the feel of Adam beneath him, the hot skin against his own, and they way it shuddered and quivered with their fuck. He liked the sounds of their fuck. The moans and cries from Adam and the squeaks and tapping sound of the bed as it rocked against the wall. He buried his face into Adam’s neck and smelled the perspiring skin, Adam’s scent when excited, exerting himself during sex. He licked up along the bulging muscle of the neck till he felt the ear and he tugged on lobe then swirled his tongue along the curvature of it. Adam bearhugged him, twisting and turning beneath him. He shoved inward harder, unable to hold back, and began to fuck faster.

“David…David…fuck me.”

David let the full weight of his body lie on Adam as he drilled inward, pushing into Adam’s depths. He worked his hips and pushed with his legs till his muscles ached from the exertion. He was conscious of nothing but their fuck. The hot slick body beneath him, the hot exhale of breath against his neck and the hands that clung to him, fingers digging into his sides then back, desperate, ravenous, insistent.

David felt his own body near climax. The tightening of every muscle, the gasping for breath and the urgency of it all, this need for release, that he began to hammer his cock inside Adam. Thrust with all his might trying to shove in deeper, to touch some inner core of Adam. The hands on his back moved downward and squeezed each cheek as urgent pleas to fuck filled his head.

He jerked his hips back and shoved inward as hard as he could, exploding inside Adam. He shoved inward, again and again with each ejaculation till he was spent, and he was working his cock through the slickness of his load.

David pulled out and glanced down at his still hard cock, wet, slick, dripping with need. He moved over Adam, held him down as he moved his ass over the hard cock that had been stabbing him in the stomach. He felt it lube his ass, rake wetly over his tight opening and he bore down on it, wanting it inside him.

“David” Adam whispered; his voice hoarse.

“Adam…I want it in me” David replied as he sat up and took Adam in hand. He held it up as he lowered his ass to it. He felt his resistance to the penetration and let his body’s weight take him on down. His opening painfully stretched taking it. He eased downward, letting inch after inch push into his depths till he had all of it.

David felt Adam trying to push upward, desperate for greater pleasure, more stimulation and David gave it to him as he rose up and fell back down. He increased his pace as he loosened to the penetration, till he was riding Adam roughly. The bed began to squeak and rock noisily, worse than before. The feel of Adam sliding through his tight opening drove him to move faster. His own cock flopped up and down, wetly smacking Adam’s stomach.

When Adam took him in hand and stroked, he shuddered from the manipulation. He dropped down hard and ground his ass on Adam’s cock then thrust his own through the tight fist.

“Oh fuck” David cried out as he rose up till Adam nearly slipped free then dropped down again taking every inch.

Adam sat up and hugged their bodies together kissing him below his neck in the small hollow there. He sat on Adam’s cock and savored the feel of the lips on his skin, moving upward along his neck then down his jaw till they were kissing. Adam rolled him over on his back.

With David’s legs around his waist, Adam began to fuck, to fuck hard, with a furious pace. He wanted to cum, needed to cum, and he piston his cock inside David, conscious of nothing else.

David held on, clung to the body on top of him, fucking him, penetrating his depths. He closed his eyes and focused on the feel of it, Adam inside him, filling him, boring into his soul. He pleaded with Adam, begged him to fuck harder, to make him cum as his own cock rubbed against the undulating bodies it was trapped between. 

David couldn’t believe it. He needed to cum again. Felt the surge of it through his body as Adam continued to push deeply into him. Head back, grasping at the bed, he cried out as he came, pumping his second load between them.

Adam seemed to be driven mad with the smell of it. Hammering away at David’s ass, pushing inward as far as he could he reared up and bellowed.  He shoved inward and jerked with each release.

Finally spent, the two of them lay still for a long time. Adam eventually slid down next to David. He raked fingers down David’s sweaty chest, circling nipples then down around the navel till finally he was fondling David’s flaccid cock. David giggled and twisted away.

“Stop…I can’t take any more.”


October

David and Adam walked along the sidewalk heading home after having lunch at The Red Leaf, a small bistro four blocks away. They were talking about their latest plan, what arrangements needed to be done and when they should start with preparations. David’s apartment was the largest of the two but there was still some rearranging to do if Adam was going to move in with him before Christmas, which seemed so far away but was less than two months away.

As they walked hand in hand, they were unaware of being watched. Across the street, parked two vehicles back from the corner sat an old truck, one familiar to David if he had only looked over and saw it. Slouched down looking over the dash sat Tommy berating himself for making the drive, coming this far only to see his worst fears become real. He could barely breathe as he sat frozen, watching David and another guy walk down the sidewalk, turn up the steps to the apartment building where Tommy knew David lived. He watched the other guy open the door as if his own then hold it open for David. When they disappeared inside Tommy stared at the closed door for a long time trying to resolve the conflicts he felt inside.

Reaching over he picked up the small blue box and flipped it open. An engagement ring with a small diamond reflected the late afternoon light. He had bought it a month ago but had not been able to go through with it. He tried so many times to propose to Mary Jane. She was expecting it, as well as everyone else who knew them. They were meant for each other everyone had said so many times it made Tommy nauseous to hear it. Glancing over he saw a trash receptacle on the sidewalk and felt a strong urge to get out of his truck and go over to it. An urge to toss the damn thing in the trash, along with all it meant.

He was miserable, had been since that day he rejected David, who in turn rejected him when he tried to come back; a rejection more final than he could ever imagine. He knew he deserved it. He knew he had been cowardly about their relationship, what there was of it. The sneaking around, never able to be open about it. David had tried, and each time he rejected it, and thus David.

For the following months, he tried to forget. Forget David. Forget his own desires. The fact of his attractions was not toward the opposite sex. He really did try. But after a long drive, then sitting in his hot truck watching out for David he knew he failed once again. But this time he didn’t think he could go back.

He started the truck and eased out. At the intersection it was right to get back to the interstate to head home. He turned left, unsure of anything but the fact he wasn’t going back the way he came. After a couple of miles, he was in another business district. This one was not as nice, with less renovations and new construction going on. There were check cashing places, bail bondsmen, empty storefronts and pawn shops.

He pulled into one with a small parking lot next to the building. A few minutes later he was leaving with two hundred dollars in his pocket. He drove onward till he came to a used car dealership. One of the national chains that advertised they not only sold cars, they bought them. He pulled in. An hour later he walked out with a check for twenty-eight hundred dollars and directions to a bank that would cash it.

 

 


It was dark by the time Tommy got to the old train station. He had checked on his cell phone and found it was cheaper than a plane ticket, which made him feel relieved. He didn’t want to fly and slower train ride would give him time to work out what he was going to do, and if he was lucky, grab some sleep.

He had splurged on a sleeping berth and after laying down for an hour looking out the window at the passing scenery, he finally felt a need for some food. The dining car was busy, most of the tables taken. He moved along the narrow aisle till he saw a table free along the left side. After ordering, he stared out the window at the dark silhouette of the passing landscape with flashes of light from a house or other building. When his food arrived, he glanced around the room noticing the other passengers for the first time. Most seemed to be traveling in pairs, with a few tables seating four people. In the back he saw one guy alone, head down reading a book as he ate. Tommy sensed he was different. Sensed a familiarity about him. Dark hair cut short and fashionably messed up on top, dark rectangular glasses that framed his face and a black shirt made the guy stand out among the other passengers who were more casually dressed. Tommy knew he shouldn’t stare, but he couldn’t stop himself. He ate slowly, looking over often between bites. He was nearly done when he saw the guy close his book and stand up. He was tall with a lean build, and Tommy found himself unable to look away as the guy came toward him heading toward the sleeping cars.

Their eyes met, and for a moment Tommy wondered if the guy would introduce himself, maybe stop and talk to him, but after a smile (or was it a smirk) the guy moved on past him. Glancing around Tommy watched the guy leave the car. It was foolish, insane really, the way he felt rejected. But looking at his reflection in the dark window he knew how he must look. Long unkempt hair, unshaven for days and a cheap work shirt and jeans worn and frayed with boots to match. He needed to clean up and suddenly the need to do it was overwhelming. He had felt so sorry for himself he hadn’t bothered to use the change of clothes and toiletries he had purchased on the way to the train station, and now he regretted it. If he crossed paths with the guy again, he wanted to have a half-way decent appearance.

 

 

Tommy had a roomette on the lower level, and he pulled out the shopping bag with his new clothes, a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans, underwear and socks. Using his pocket knife he removed the tags from the shirt and pulled the labels off the jeans. Checking the bag once again, he made sure he had everything he would need. Shaving cream, razors, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap. He tossed a wash cloth and towel into the bag and headed down to the shower that was on his level.

The door was locked, ‘occupied’ showing in the slot above the handle. Instead of going back to his room he stood at the door leading out and watched the dark shadows pass by the window. After a few minutes he heard the door unlock and he turned to see an older woman exiting the small shower room. They greeted in passing as he went in and locked the door.

He stripped off his dirty clothes and shaved. In the shower he ran the water as hot as he could feeling the dirt and grim wash away. He shampooed his hair twice and scrubbed his body till his skin tingled. Towel dry, he stood in front of the mirror and toweled his hair till it was as dry as he could get it. He brushed it till it was untangled then using an elastic band put it in a ponytail. He’d never worn it that way before, but it felt more appropriate than letting it hang loose. Dirty clothes folded up and toiletries back in the bag he unlocked the door and stepped out. He froze when he realized he was about to run into someone, and after blinking from surprise, he saw it was the guy from the dining car.

“Oh…excuse me” Tommy stammered.

“Excuse me. You do clean up nicely” the guy replied giving Tommy a smile that made his heart race in his chest.

“Thanks. It has been a long day and I guess I was rough looking.”

“Where you headed?”

“Wherever this train will take me” Tommy replied before he thought about it.

“I see. A man on the run.”

“Not exactly” Tommy stated, blushing at the insinuation. “I guess you’d say I’m looking for a new start.”

“Sometimes, some of us have to do that.”

“Where are you headed?” Tommy asked after a moment’s awkward silence.

“Home. Back to New Orleans.”

“Maybe…if I see you later…you can give me some ideas of where to find a place to rent and look for a job?”

The guy moved closer, closer than normal and Tommy wanted to back up, but he held his ground, looking the guy in the eyes. Green he thought as he wondered if the guy was going to say something or maybe he was going to kiss him. Just do it he thought. He wanted it, with this complete stranger on a train.

“Maybe I should come by your sleeper later. Which one are you in?”

Tommy stammered, pointing down the narrow aisle beyond the bathroom area, finally telling the guy which one he was in.

“After I clean up, I could come by with some whiskey I purchased back in Atlanta. I’m Christopher, by the way.”

“Tommy…and that’d be great.”



Tommy put everything away, out of sight. He sat in the chair then paced in circles in the small room. He wondered if he was overacting. Then he wondered if he was getting his hopes up. Staring out the window he was amazed at where he found himself. This train heading toward New Orleans. And no one knew. Not his girlfriend, not his parents, nor any of his friends. And he didn’t have a desire to tell them. He’d even shut off his phone at the train station when it had rung for the sixth time within an hour.  

A knock and Tommy’s heart sped up. He stared at the door then admonished himself for not moving faster to open it. Christopher stood at the door holding a bottle of whiskey, a brand Tommy didn’t know, but what caught his attention the most was how Christopher was dressed. A black tank top that showed off his dark skin tone and muscular arms and a pair of shorts in some black and grey plaid pattern with sandals on his feet.

“Hey…come on in” Tommy stammered as he moved over to let Christopher enter.

Christopher took the seat to the right and Tommy eased down in the seat on the left, so close their feet were touching. Christopher held two glasses toward Tommy who took them, holding them up for Christopher to pour the golden liquid from the whiskey bottle.

“This whiskey has been aged to perfection” Christopher stated in a low strong voice.

“I’ve never heard of it” Tommy confessed as Christopher sealed the bottle setting it on the floor.

“Well, you have missed out…till now. Cheers.”

“Cheers.”

Tommy took a tentative sip, then another, tasting the smoothness of the whiskey and its slow gentle warming of his insides as he swallowed it. “Damn” he uttered, the looked at Christopher sheepishly, thinking there were better ways to praise this drink.

“Damn is right” Christopher replied, smiling at him as he held up his glass before taking another drink.

“So, why are you on the train? I mean…you seem more like the type to fly.”

“Well, the airports are such a hassle and I like taking my time when traveling. I can read, catch up on work, or just hang out with some new acquaintance enjoying the company.”

“I saw you with a book earlier.”

“Yes, my current reading for pleasure. We have to get it where we can, do we not?” said Christopher and Tommy sensed the insinuation, and he felt the press against his foot. He pushed back.

“Unfortunately, I’ve let too many chances get by me.”

“But you know it was wrong to do so and starting tonight you’ll do better. Right?”

Tommy smiled, nodding his head.

“I hope so.”

“I think we let far too many moments pass us by. We let our intimidations stand in the way” said Christopher as he leaned forward, putting one hand on Tommy’s knee. He gave it a soft squeeze and watched Tommy involuntarily spread his legs then lean back feeling excited and afraid. With David he had always been on top, always the one to do the fucking, but now, with Christopher, he knew that would not be the case this time. He would be the one to take another man; the one to get fucked. It scared him. It excited him more.

“Is this going to be one of those moments?” Tommy asked, his voice quivering with nervousness.

“Yes” Christopher replied as he leaned forward and took Tommy by the hand. When he sat back, he pulled Tommy toward him, guided him to his knees between his legs. “I want you, Tommy. I want to feel you on my cock. Take it out.”

Tommy leaned forward and buried his face in the crotch of Christopher’s shorts. He inhaled deeply as he mouthed the front feeling the thick tube of flesh within. He ran his mouth along its length feeling it grow thicker and thicker. He had never wanted another man as much as he wanted Christopher. He ran his hands up each thigh and over the crotch feeling the hardness hidden within. He undid the button and tugged down the zipper, spreading the fly open. Leaning forward he pressed his nose into the fly of the boxers then pushed his tongue through it feeling it rake over the smooth hard shaft.

When Christopher lifted his ass up Tommy knew what was expected and he slipped the shorts and boxers down till they fell around Christopher’s ankles. He looked at the exposed cock before him. Thick around and long with a small fan of black pubic hair fanned out over it. He rested his hands on each thigh and moved to it. He licked the shaft, dragging his tongue along its length till he felt the flared spongy head. He swirled his tongue around it, then slipped it in his mouth. He worked his lips over it like a it was a lollipop, a sweet to be savored. Then he took it in his mouth again and sank down on it as far as he could, only able to take half. A hand rested on the back of his head and pushed him down another couple of inches till he couldn’t breathe.

Tommy pulled up and two hands held his head with only a couple of inches of cock in his mouth. Christopher began to pump his hips upward, fucking Tommy’s mouth. He took it, the push upward feeling the cock slide over his tongue and push into his throat. Drool ran down the thick cock as it piston in his mouth.

“Oh, that is so nice” Christopher uttered as he pushed Tommy’s head down again.

Christopher pulled Tommy to his feet as he stood. Tommy stood docile as he was stripped. His cock popped out, hard and dripping, when his boxers were tugged down. Christopher stood on his jeans and boxers as he worked one foot then the other free. “Get the chairs folded into a bed” Christopher ordered him as he stood to one side. Tommy worked frantically with the unfamiliar chairs till he finally got them set as a bed. He turned toward Christopher and quickly felt hands take him by the arms and lead him back on the bed.

He lay back and stared into Christopher’s eyes. He saw the determination, the need of another as he felt his legs pushed apart, felt the lift of his right leg, a hand holding it behind the knee. Christopher moved over him, pushing his leg back till the knee pressed into his shoulder and his ass rose up off the bed. Then he felt the blunt cock push at his opening. Over and over he felt the pressure against his tightness, then the painful stretch as he took the cock, inch after inch, slowly slipping in. One hand held the edge of the bed in a white-knuckle grip as the other pushed at the wall over his head. He’d never felt his body like this before. Every nerve on fire, his muscles straining till he was shaking.

“Relax, let me in.”

Tommy took a deep breath, calmed his mind, closed his eyes and lay back, pushing with his ass to take Christopher. He heard the soft curses and felt the tightening grip on his knee as he felt the fullness of penetration, the thick cock sinking into his depths till Christopher’s abdomen pressed against his ass.

“You have all of me” came the soft whisper before he felt the tug of the fat shaft pulling outward, slowly till several inches were out. Then it pushed back in. It filled him, bore into his body so deeply he didn’t think he could really take it. The pain of the penetration lessened, the rhythm of Christopher’s fuck increased till he was taking it, a full fucking by him. Deeply, Christopher plunged into his body, then pulled outward, at times all the way, only to slam back through the tight ring of his opening. He shuddered with the pain of it…the pleasure.

“Fuck” he uttered, then louder, “fuck me.”

Christopher laughed as he increased his pace, slamming inward till their bodies smacked together. It was jarring, the way Christopher rocked him with every push inward. He couldn’t believe he could take it, and now he didn’t want it to stop. He pushed upward with his hips trying to get Christopher deeper, to feel a greater fullness within. But Christopher pulled out leaving him feeling empty.

“Roll over. Get on your hands and knees.”

Tommy sat up and saw the full size of Christopher. Angled up, ram rod straight, his cock was too thick for a hand to reach around it, and it was long, longer than he had ever seen before. It glistened in the light of the room and drooled from the slit. It scared him to think he could take it, but he wanted it. Wanted to feel it inside him again.

On his knees, pushed down on his elbows, Christopher moved up behind him, sliding into him once again. It seemed to stretch him open wider than before, to bore into him even deeper and he moaned and pushed back to take all of it. Suddenly his head pulled back as cock drove into his depths. Christopher had his ponytail in a tight grip pulling it like a reign. Guttural sounds escaped his throat as he felt the piston action of cock in his hole.

“Take it…take me” Christopher uttered as he slammed into Tommy. Over and over, roughly, he used Tommy’s hole, used it for his own pleasure, till the need for release increased to the point of no return. “Fuck…I’m going to…”

Tommy felt the way Christopher jabbed at his hole, pushing hard against his ass as if trying to get even deeper. He felt the thick shaft flexing as his head was pulled back harder. He rose up on his knees till his head rested on Christopher’s shoulder and he could hear the curses, the grunts and cries as Christopher filled his hole.

Christopher pulled out and flipped Tommy on his back and before he knew what was happening, Christopher was between his legs sucking his cock. He felt the warm wet mouth work his entire cock into it. The manipulation of the head till he was shivering and about to plead for him to stop. Then he came, hard, jerking upward at the hips shoving into the suctioning mouth. He pumped every drop into Christopher and when finally spent he fell back on the bed and begged him to stop, pleaded with him to let go.

Naked, cum trickling from his hole, Tommy rolled over toward the window and fell asleep.

 

 

Tommy woke to the train slowing down. He realized there was another announcement for New Orleans, and he jerked fully awake. He picked up his clothes from the floor and got dressed quickly. He went for his wallet and found a note slipped underneath it.

Met me in the station. I think I have a place for you and a job opportunity.  Christopher

Stepping down from the train he immediately felt the difference in the air. Hotter, more humid. And there was an odor, musty, earthy, mixed with a stagnant smell. The river was near. He followed the other passengers into the dim interior and found Christopher waiting just inside the doors.

“Good morning. Why don’t we go get breakfast and I’ll tell you what I have in mind.”

“Okay” Tommy replied, unsure what to expect.

As they walked through the lobby, Christopher moved closer. “Thanks for last night. It was great.”

“Yeah, it was” Tommy replied, turning red at the acknowledgment.

 

 

They went to a small restaurant a few blocks away. It was old, the walls showing their age and the floor worn and uneven. But the service was prompt, and the food was good. As Tommy ate, he listened to Christopher talk about a friend having a landscaping business and was struggling to find good help. Far too many didn’t know how to handle the plants and the correct way to set them.

“I can do that” said Tommy between bites and Christopher smiled, nodding his head.

“I figured as much. Richard has a place outside the city where he has his greenhouses and barn. He employees fifteen or sixteen people, I think. I’ll call him later to see if you and he can come to some arrangement.”

“That would be great. But what about a place to crash?”

“Well, let me talk to Richard first.”

 

 

Tommy had walked a few blocks of the city as he waited on Christopher to check on a few things at his office and make the call to Richard. He watched the people who were out early wondering what their lives were like here, in this river city. He’d heard the stories, seen the footage of past natural disasters and saw the news accounts of one politician or another getting caught by the law. It made him wonder about the people who lived here, what it is was like for them. And he wondered if he could make this place become home. It seemed such a fantasy, this notion he could have a place that felt like home especially since he had walked away from the only home he knew the day before.

At nine o’clock he was back in Christopher’s office sitting across from him in an office that was intimidating. It was slick, with hard surfaces of wood and metal and art work on the walls he had no idea if it was good or not but judging by the rest of the office, he assumed it was expensive, if nothing else.

“We’ll drive out to meet with Richard. I think you’ll like the arrangement, and if you prefer working with your hands over a desk job, then…”

“Definitely” Tommy interrupted. He felt desperate, ready to take any job that would support him. But this job sounded too good to be true.

“As for living arrangements, well I’ll let Richard talk to you about that.”

“Okay” Tommy replied, unsure what he should expect.

He followed Christopher through the office, rode back down the elevator to the parking garage and to Christopher’s BMW. It was the large sedan, low, black inside and out. Tommy eased down in the passenger seat scanning the interior. Leather and wood and shiny metal trim. The interior was worth more than the truck he had sold.

Christopher eased through the parking deck, made his way through the city till they were moving out of it, driving along a four-lane freeway toward the southwest. They drove for only a few minutes before veering off on a two-lane road and eventually came into a small town.  Christopher turned on a road that ran parallel with a river, following it for several miles before coming to a larger town. They turned left heading south and drove for a few minutes before turning left again, this time on a narrow lane that cut a straight line between fields. It was the end of the road, trees in the background, when they finally arrived at the landscape business Richard owned.

Tommy followed Christopher toward one of the greenhouses wondering how he knew which one to go to. As they approached the door it swung open and out stepped a man taller than Christopher. The tank top he wore revealed the broad shoulders and muscular arms, one covered in tattoos from the shoulder to the wrist.

“Christopher! Come to get your hands dirty?”

“Not on your life” Christopher responded as they both laughed.

“And you must be Tommy. I’m Richard.”

“Nice to meet you” Tommy replied holding out his hand.

“Well, let’s get out of this heat. Fuck it is hot for it to be October” said Richard leading them toward a small pre-fabricated building sitting off to the side  under a couple of trees.

A small window unit was running full blast trying to cool the interior, which consisted of two rooms. The one they entered with a desk facing the far wall and the second one Richard’s office. Tommy noticed the walls were covered in photos of a younger Richard, in college playing baseball, at parties, and with Christopher.

“Those are our hedonistic college days.”

“You guys were in college together?”

“Yep. Christopher was majoring in one of those boring white-collar crime majors and I was in Horticulture.”

“At least I don’t get filthy at my job” Christopher responded as he took a seat to the side of the room.

“A man should get dirty from time to time” Richard joked as he moved around the desk and sat down, leaning back, propping one leg across the desk corner.

Tommy eased down in one of the chairs directly opposite of the Richard knowing the conversation was going to be directed toward him.

“Christopher says you have some experience with plants?”

“Well, not a landscape business like this, but I did help an uncle on his farm and helped with the gardening for my parents and for my uncle.”

“Well, that is better than most of my guys. Here’s what I’m thinking. I give you a thirty-day trial period. We’re busy as fuck right now and if you can handle the next thirty days, well, you should be fine.”

“Okay” Tommy  replied, his voice higher than normal with excitement.

“Don’t you want to know what I’m willing to pay before you say okay?” Richard laughed, shaking his head.

“Oh, yeah. So, what will I make?”

Christopher and Richard laughed for a long time till Richard finally put his leg down and turned toward Tommy. “I’ll start you at twelve and if you can handle the job, and take on certain responsibilities, we’ll increase accordingly.”

“Twelve” Tommy repeated, thinking it was more than he was making back home. Then he remembered he needed a place to live and wondered how much of the twelve an hour would be needed for that expense. “What about a place to stay? Christopher said you might be able to help me out there as well.”

Richard looked over at Christopher, who nodded while smiling, then back to Tommy. “Christopher tells me you have certain skills that might be to my liking.”

“What?” Tommy replied, not catching the drift of what Richard was insinuating. Then it hit him. “Oh, you mean…you want me…me?”

“I like what I see, and one of my last boys left a month ago. Didn’t like the arrangement.”

“Arrangement?”

“Yeah, you know. Being my boy to do what I say, when I say it.”

Tommy glanced at Christopher who winked at him, then back at Richard. It seemed so weird to suddenly be in this position. But as he thought about it, he studied Richard. The masculine physique, the shadow of a beard, that was slightly darker than his short blonde hair. He wondered what it would be like to just submit to someone, to let them make all the decisions and he only had to respond to them. Could he do it? Did he want to? He adjusted his growing erection as he shifted positions, knowing it excited him. He remembered the way Christopher had pulled his hair as he pushed into him. The way Christopher used him for pleasure, a pleasure he shared in his own way and he wondered if it would be that way with Richard.

“Do I need to do anything…to prove myself?”

 

 

Richard’s house was back toward the main road, off to the side down a gravel lane. It was a modest ranch style house with a garage on one end and another detached garage to the rear. Inside, it was shockingly normal looking. Simple painted walls with photographs and works of art. A big screen television in the large living area off the kitchen and in back a pool within a lanai.

Tommy was standing at the glass doors looking at the pool when he heard Richard come back into the room. He turned and saw Richard was naked, stripped of all his clothes. He looked even better to Tommy, the tall, muscular build, the flat stomach with a narrow trail of hair leading down to a large flaccid cock. It wasn’t as large as Christopher’s, but it was plenty big to Tommy.

“Strip” Richard commanded, and Tommy pulled his clothes off while being watched.

As he slipped his boxers down, his cock flipped out half hard. He was aroused. Aroused at the prospects of what Richard would want him to do. He was going to have the sex Richard wanted and he would submit to it, take whatever Richard dished out. His cock rose higher.

“Come here and suck me.”

Tommy moved to Richard, fell to his knees. With hands braced on his thighs he angled his head down and moved to the hardening cock before him. He kissed the head then slipped his lips over it and rose, letting it slide between them till his nose was buried in Richard’s abdomen. Hands took his head and held him in place till he struggled to pull free, desperate to breathe. He was going to choke, and felt the heat in his face as he turned red. Then the hands guided him back till he could breathe again.

“Christopher is hung like a horse, but he is only good for one load. I’m good for at least two, if not three or four, so you’re going to suck out the first one. Then I’ll pump the next one or two in that ass. Christopher said you could take a right nasty fuck.”

Tommy looked up at Richard, cock hanging over his face. “Yes, sir.”

Richard smiled, then wiped his wet cock over Tommy’s face. He smeared a trail over the eyelids, down over one cheek and across the lips. “Suck” he commanded as he held his cock to those lips, watching them part and take him.

Tommy worked his mouth on that cock till his knees began to ache and his desire for Richard’s cum was all he could think about. He wanted it, worked hard to get it, moving his mouth up and down the hard shaft. Richard began to move his hips, to pump his cock in Tommy’s mouth. Holding on to each thigh, Tommy deep throated Richard, swallowing around the head then pulling back and swirling his tongue around it. Finally, after a long time, Richard grew thicker, flexed with the need to cum then without warning, filled his mouth. He swallowed frantically, getting every wad blasted to the back of his throat.

Richard pushed him back onto his heels and stroked his slick wet cock a couple of times. It stayed hard and Tommy knew the day was just beginning.

“Come on, follow me” Richard stated as he turned and headed to the hall. Tommy followed him looking in each door, the first two set up as bedrooms, one obviously in use.

“That is Dien’s room. You’ll meet him later.”

The next door was a bathroom and the last door on the right was a master bedroom. The other door was closed, and Tommy stood behind Richard as it was opened. It was too dark to see within but when the light came on, he saw the windows were heavily curtained and the room sparsely furnished. A small day bed on one wall and in the middle of the room a steel frame with a leather pad hanging from it.

“What is that?” Tommy asked, knowing it make him sound naïve.

Richard chuckled, then stepped inside the room letting Tommy follow. “That is a sling, and you’re about to find out how it’s used. Come here.”

Richard turned Tommy to where his back was to the sling and told him to lay back. Soon he was rocking gently back and forth, with each ankle and wrist cuffed to the chain supporting him. He was spread out, legs up, to the point he felt the cool air-conditioned air blow over his exposed ass. He had never felt so naked, so exposed to another person.

“Now let’s see how you take a cock” Richard stated as he moved up between Tommy’s legs.

Tommy felt the arrow shaped head of Richard’s cock rub along his ass. Up and down it raked along his skin leaving him feeling the wetness of the trial it left behind.

“Dien loves to be in this thing so much I’m surprised he doesn’t sleep in it” said Richard in a low far away voice as he put his cock to Tommy’s hole and began to test its tightness.

“Is Dien one of your boys?”

“Oh yes, one of the best. In fact, for the last month he is the only boy I have” Richard replied as he pushed harder at Tommy’s tightness.

Tommy threw his head back and felt the sling rock back and forth as Richard penetrated him, squeezed through his tightness and stretched him open. Richard didn’t try to go all the way, instead he began to fuck, to pump his cock through the tightness savoring the way it milked his cock. As Tommy loosened to him, he bore into him deeper and deeper till he was finally slamming against Tommy’s ass.

Richard held Tommy’s legs as he fucked him, driving into him all the way. He hammered at Tommy’s hole, till the two of them were sweating. Their skin glistened in the light and the sound of heavy breathing and bodies coming together filled the room.  Tommy raised his head to watch the muscular body that was powering cock into his hole. The flat stomach pumped hard, the straining arms and neck muscles, and the glazed look in Richard’s eyes focused only on his own needs.

Richard’s fuck grew ragged, rough and Tommy felt him grab at his cock, take it and his balls and squeeze till he cried out. He jerked in the sling and tried to twist away from the grasp. Then he felt the hand slide slickly down his hard shaft and he bucked upward with his hips as cock thrust deeply into his hole. The hand on his cock manipulated him till he was ready to come. He was trying to push up through the tight fist, desperate for enough stimulation to get off. Richard let go and hammered away at his hole, crying out as he filled Tommy with his second load.

“Shit, that was hot” came a voice from the doorway.

Tommy raised up to see a young guy, one that appeared younger than he, with jet black hair and the fascial features of someone from southeast Asia. Richard pulled back and wiped his cock on Tommy’s thigh before turning toward the guy.

“Dien, this is Tommy. I think Tommy will be moving in with us.”

“Really. That is wonderful. You need me to break him in some more?”

“Of course. He’ll have to earn his own room. Tonight, he’s all yours. Now, I need to get dressed and back to the office. Dien, I won’t need you till tomorrow after lunch. Tommy will start then as well.”

Tommy felt Dien’s eyes upon him. Still secured in the sling he felt his skin cool and the wet trickle of Richard’s cum from his hole. He watched Dien strip out of clothes. He was more muscular than expected, even though still very lean in body frame. And his cock hung over balls, both darker than his already dark skin. A thick black bush fanned out over the cock and each underarm had more thick hair, more than he had under his arms.

Dien moved up between his legs stroking his cock into an erection. Tommy felt it rub over his wet hole and he knew Dien was using Richard’s cum as lube. Then he felt the penetration. Dien sunk into his body all the way and fucked, fucked to cum. He hammered away at Tommy’s hole.

Tommy thought Dien would fuck him till he came but when he slowed, he watched the boy bend over and take his cock, hold it up and suck it into his mouth. He shuddered with the sensation of that hot slick mouth taking him. He had been so close earlier and now he was close once again. He pumped his hips as best he could as those lips milked the shaft, then worked the sensitive head. He bucked uncontrollably when Dien bite down on the spongy head then licked it, trying to jam his tongue into the slit.

“Come for me. Give me your load” Dien begged as he bent and took Tommy again.

It was too much. Those lips on his cock, that tongue swirling around it and he was so aroused. Everything felt sexual, physical. There was even the scent of his sweating body and their sex that pushed his arousal. He felt the mouth move up and down on his cock and he laid back, eyes closed and focus his entire being on those sensations. Nothing mattered but his cock in Dien’s mouth and Dien’s cock in his ass. Then he was there. The point of no return. The surge rushed through him and he soon filled Dien’s mouth with his load.

He’d barely finished coming when Dien straightened up and began to fuck him again. His cock flexed with the last dribbles of cum as cock hammered away at his hole. He was swung back and forth increasing the pleasure the fuck. His cock rose up hard again, drooling onto his stomach. He felt lips touch his calf, then lick at the skin. He eased up and watched Dien work at the skin with his mouth as his lean body undulated with his fuck, driving cock into him. Then he felt the slight pain of a bite, teeth pressing into the flesh, then Dien turned to him, leaned over his prone body and took each nipple. They were twisted and pinched till he couldn’t take it, begging Dien to stop, pleading with him, crying out from the pain.

Then Dien was backing up, his cock flaccid, dripping with the last of his load. Tommy looked at him, the flush skin, the way he seemed to glow. Looking down he saw he had come again, cum spattered over his chest and stomach.

“Damn, you’re hot” said Dien as he released Tommy from the sling. “Let’s go shower and grab a bite to eat, then we can go to my room and fuck around some more.”

Tommy stood and looked down at their naked bodies. The red marks where he had been pinched or bit, the trickling cum where he had come on himself, and the feel of Dien’s cum trickling down his thigh. He should have felt used, some toy for someone else’s pleasure. But he didn’t. He felt wanted. Wanted sexually, yes, but wanted in another way he didn’t understand.

“Yeah, lets. I’m want to clean up and I could definitely eat something” said Tommy as he looked at the dark flaccid cock hanging loose before him.


March of the next year

David was on the step ladder setting nails in the wall for the photographs. He’d been at it all morning and was determined to finish the living room before stopping for lunch. Adam had run out to pick them up pizza from the little Italian place over on the next block and was due back any minute. They were the fifth residents of the new townhouses built in the neighborhood. He could hear sounds of construction for the last row of buildings across the green. Adam had been worried the mortgage would be too high, but David had gotten the promotion hinted at since December and with it the raise.

Last nail set he climbed down and started hanging the photographs. On each side of the wall was family photographs; the right side was Adam’s family with his on the left. As you moved toward the center the images were their child hood photographs, then grade school years till in the center of the wall images of them together. The trip to London last fall and the trips to see family during the holidays and the parties with friends here in the city. It seemed a silly idea at first but looking at the way the images were collaged over the wall it seemed perfect.

Turning around he saw the wall over the dining table had the art piece by a friend of Adam’s from their college days and on the opposite wall of the living area a piece by a friend here in the city. The place was looking like it belonged to the two of them, something the apartment had never done. Looking out the window he saw Adam coming up the walk, pizza box in hand and his hunger suddenly increased twofold.

In the kitchen he pulled down a couple of plates and glasses, filled the glasses with ice and brought out the tea from the refrigerator. He was pulling out napkins when the door opened, and Adam walked in. Almost immediately he smelled the pizza and gathered up everything to take to the dining table.

“It smells great; let’s eat for I’m starving.”

Sitting the pizza box down then holding out an envelope, Adam caught his attention. “You got a letter.”

“Mom or grandmother?”

“Neither.”

“Neither? Who’s it from?”

“A T. R. Matthews from Schriever, Louisiana.”

“Matthews? That’s Tommy. But where did you say it came from?”

“Louisiana.”

David took the envelope and looked at the scrawling handwriting and knew it was Tommy. He ripped it open and began to read, aloud, letting Adam hear what Tommy had to say.

 

David,

It has been far too long, but I know I’m probably the last person you want to hear from. But I had to write. I need to tell you I’m sorry and you were right to leave me. I deserved it. I wish things had been different. I wish I had not been so cowardly and more supportive of you. But I wasn’t and that was wrong.

I called your mother back in January and got your address. And yes, it has taken me this long to build up the courage to write. I know you are happy, and in a relationship, and that pleases me. I’m happy for you. Tell Adam I said he got a good one.

I don’t know if you heard, but I was to get engaged last fall, but that was a very bad idea, as you no doubt understand. Can you picture me trying to live that life?  The day came when I had to make a decision, so I left. Mom and dad still don’t talk to me but the distance and the friends and companions I have here make up for it. To some degree anyway. It still hurts, you know.

I would like to see you and Adam sometime. No rush, for I know you must still hate me. But when the time is right for you, I’d like us to get together. New Orleans would be a great place to meet, or we could do something more convenient for the two of you. 

I don’t know how to tell this, but I am living with someone. Actually, two someones. (Is that a word?) I can’t describe it in this letter but if we meet, I’ll tell you all about it. The situation is two of us are living with someone. And yes, it’s a bit naughty in nature, but it is also comforting. It gives me a place that feels like home. You know what I mean? And we all work together in this landscape business. 

I feel like I’m rambling now, but the most important thing is I’m sorry and I hope, someday, you can forgive me. I want us to be friends like we once were when we were kids. My cell phone number is ________________________.  I hope to hear from you soon. I won’t bother you again until I hear from you.

Tommy

 

“Adam, hand me my cell phone, will you?”

by Grant

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